Existence is in the

silence

in the breakage and pauses

of action

everything beautifully orchestrated

has not been created

but meticulously etched away,

by omission,

by slumber,

by numbness…

and the most exceptional rareties

are sculpted often

by deep solemn pain

a halting howling of

cosmological chaos

Life is not a flow

but an eternal stagger

of disturbance and quietude…